I Don't Need A Cloak To Become

Time To Sit Down," Fred Told Harry, "or We're Going To Get Run Over By The Bride.

She's As Nutty As Squirrel Poo.

Mistletoe," Said Luna Dreamily, Pointing At A Large Clump Of White Berries Placed Almost Over Harry's Head. He Jumped Out From Under It. "good Thinking," Said Luna Seriously. "it's Often Infested With Nargles.

Yes, Harry, Blessed As I Am With Extraordinary Brainpower, I Understood Everything You Told Me. I Think You Might Even Consider The Possibility That I Understood More Than You Did.

Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.